| Xander sat at the kitchen table, looking haggard and uncomfortable while buried in a pile of white business envelopes and crumbled up receipts. He tapped frantically on a nearby adding machine while the paper�s rolling made the annoying frenetic sound that often accompanied the punching in of digits upon digits. He chewed on the end of a number 2 pencil, inadvertently biting off part of the pink, rubber eraser. The tip of his teeth gnawed at the unpleasant texture of the metal that held the eraser in place. �Uggh,� he exhaled with frustration. �I can�t get this damn checkbook to balance.� �You volunteered, you know.� Anya, busily washing the dishes from their morning waffles, called out from their kitchen. �It�s not like I didn�t say�� �Don�t say,� he shook his head with a short jolt. � I really don�t need to hear you say�� �I told you so!� She said it. �You should have let me take over the bills, Xander. I�m great with money.� She spoke proudly as she wiped the mixing bowl with a checkered blue dishrag. �But no, you have to be the breadwinner, the provider�the man-o in charge-o.� She finished up with the bowl and moved over to him. She leaned over his shoulders, wrapping her arms tenderly around his neck, and softly whispered in his ear. �If you really want to feel like the man in charge, we could always just go back to bed. I�ll let you ring my�� The doorbell rang out and Xander gently moved his beloved�s hands from around him. �Hold that thought. I may take you up on that.� �Ooh! Right here? Take me Xander. Take me and throw me on the table, where we can mess up this stack of bills and bop like monkeys.� Anya grinned widely at the thought as she carelessly tossed some of the white envelopes aside. Xander pointed at her in an almost disciplinary way and smiled back. He was not too thrilled with the bell�s interruption, but if Anya had had her way, he�d be even more in the red with the bill-payage than he already was. Actually, if Anya had had her way, he�d be on top of that table with her right now. He opened the door only to find the last person he would have expected to see there this early in the morning. He suddenly felt very self-conscious in his two-toned blue silken pajamas, as if Spike might make some sort of judgment on his attire�not that he should care, but, well, he just didn�t like being caught off guard. �No need to be bashful at this point in our relationship,� Spike grinned at him. Spike�s outfit, of course, was rather predictable�red shirt, black jeans, long, black duster. Why anyone in their right mind would need to wear a long leather coat in the dead heat of sunny California was beyond reason, but then again, who knew how cool a vampire�s blood actually flowed through his veins. �Are you gonna invite me in tool boy?� Spike drawled in a lazy voice. �You know it wasn�t easy for me to get here.� �Should I care?� �Come on, now. We�re all old friends.� �Spike, is that you?� called Anya, shaken from her Xander-table fantasies. �Get in here!� With the verbal permission to enter now granted by the former vengeance demon, Spike breezed past Xander, clapping him on the arm. �See that wasn�t so hard now, was it?� The vamp greeted Anya and they did the European kissy-kissy thing that Xander hoped to never have to witness between them again. �At least someone�s glad to see me,� Spike directed to Anya. �You�re looking lovely in those perky little jammies� �You like these?� Anya almost blushed, indicating her new crimson, lacy top with matching short pants. �Kinda retro, aren�t they?� �You look like a peach.� Spike oozed with charm as Anya played modest. �Anyway,� Xander interrupted. He should�ve been used to Spike and Anya�s flirting by this point. He knew it was just ego stroking on both their parts, but he was none-too-thrilled with being disrupted at this point of the day by one of his most un-favorite allies. �Was there something you wanted Spike?� �Yeah,� Spike broke away from Anya and immediately set his gaze upon the apartment, �to look around a bit, if you don�t mind.� His eyes set upon the kitchen table and he was immediately drawn to it. �What is that? Is that red oak?� He was rather impressed and got on his knees to admire its craftsmanship from below. �It�s quite solid.� He leaned up again and rapped on the tabletop to feel the wood. Some of the bills went flying with his motion. �Spike, what are you doing?� Xander asked, almost as exasperated as a mother tending to her child. �You�re making a mess.� �This is a good piece of work, Harris. I like how these legs slant in here.� Spike pointed to a particular joint without having much regard for the mess he�d made and Xander�s attempt to clean it up. �Is it sturdy?� �Yes, it is!� Anya answered almost immediately. �Though we haven�t put it to the ultimate test�yet.� She sidled over to the men and began to caress the wood. �We were about to give it a go, but then you rang the bell and�� �Anya, Spike doesn�t need to know all the details of our�� Spike look bemused at the pair and Harris� vain attempts to stifle the girl when she was on a roll. �How much you want for it?� �What?� Xander seemed perplexed. �You want to buy my table?� �I got cash. I�ll pay you in cash.� Spike began to reach for his pockets. �What? No! This is my table. I made it myself.� �I know, I said it was good work. That�s why I want it. Made by skilled hands and all that.� Spike looked down again. He didn�t want to overdo it with the niceties. �Oh,� Xander was a bit pleased with the unexpected complement. �Thank you. I mean, it�s nice of you to appreciate it and all, but no, this is one of a kind. It�s mine! And I don�t really have any plans to sell it.� �Fine then.� Spike seemed genuinely disappointed, and almost as if he would leave, but then he turned back to Xander, slightly impassioned. �It�s just that I�m making some changes in my crypt and all and I wanted to, what do you call it? Upgrade, try to live like one of you civvies.� He looked as if just asking for any kind of favor from Xander was painful for him. �I just thought that maybe you could�being that it�s your trade and all� that you might consider helping out an old soul.� �Ha!� Xander was amused by this so-called groveling Spike. �You, an old soul?� �Xander!� Anya tried to speak under her breath. He gave her a look that belied innocence, and she pulled him next to her. �Get that chip off your shoulder. Spike�s willing to pay you, and we can use some extra money,� she looked toward the remaining stack of bills. �Why don�t you see if you can build him something�a coffin or maybe a knife holder or whatever.� Xander rolled his eyes, but deep down he knew she was right. She was often right when it came to finances, even if she was the one spending all the dough in the first place. Spike had taken the opportunity to check out some of the other furnishings in the place, and was particularly admiring a white bookcase, while remainig careful to stay out the sunlight pouring through the Asian inspired windows. When he�d finished, he turned around and looked at Xander raising an eyebrow, displaying a glint of hope. �Alright Spike, let�s sit down and hammer out some plans.� Xander laughed his teenage laugh, amused by himself even though no one else was. �Heh heh, I said �hammer�.� Spike�s regained his cocky edge. �Let me just show you what I got in mind.� Spike pulled out a folded up piece of paper from his front pocket. The two men immediately became engrossed in the project. ******* Anya sat on the edge of the cream colored couch flipping through a fashion magazine, but in a way that would have let anyone who was paying attention know that she was a bored and angry. Each page turned with a sharp �thwap� of a sound and an occasional huff from her, but no one was listening. Hours had passed and not much had changed in the apartment, except for Anya�s clothes. Spike and Xander were almost sitting on top of one another as they took turns sketching out ideas for Spike�s new abode. �That�s perfect, mate. I�ll need a hatch or something to separate the top from the bottom floor.� �Oh wait!� Xander grinned from ear to ear, �I know where I can get these really great lead brackets. You know keep in line with that gothic theme you got going on.� Spike was equally pleased, relaxed and one might say, even happy. �That�s what I was thinking, solid wood and quality materials.� He was relieved to find they were on the same page with things�for once.� He gave Xander another friendly slap on the shoulder. �So, do you think you can pull this all off, then?� �I need some time to finesse the ideas a bit.� Xander looked encouraged. �I could probably have something more final to show you in a day or two. Then we can get to work.� Anya seemed suddenly hopeful, and paused momentarily before flipping the next page of one of her latest mags. They were almost done with the boring chatter. Normally Xander talking about building something was such the turn-on for her, and having Spike in the mix fueled her imagination to new heights, but the lurid thoughts had reached their peak an hour ago. Now she was just bored and dying for Spike to leave so she could put some of her own ideas into action. And since it seemed like they were finally wrapping up� �Wait, though. I want to take another look at this bed you got in mind. I think I need something bigger.� Spike grabbed a pencil from Xander and began some more sketching. Anya rolled her eyes, and sharply flipped the next page just as the phone rang. �I�ll get it!� She shouted. �Don�t anybody else move or think about doing anything else at all except for yawn-inducing crypt planning. Don�t worry about me. I�m okay.� She reached over to the side table and picked up the receiver. �Hello, please be someone interesting. Oh Willow. Hi. You�ll do.� Xander looked toward her for a minute �Tell Will, we�re on for tonight. Buffy needs it.� Anya relayed her message and then shouted back to him. �She wants to know what time to meet?� Xander looked at his watch, half surprised that it was already 1:30. �Does she want to meet for dinner first or should we just go to the Bronze?� Spike was beginning to feel awkward, overhearing their plans, them talking as if he wasn�t there. There was still a little bit of the shy schoolboy inside him. It made him feel slightly out-of-place. But then he often felt out-of-place with this group. He generally understood it, and didn�t give a pap, but things were different now that Buffy was back. Now he seemed to care even more what the gang was up to, especially if it interested her. He wanted to be a part of things, as he had unwittingly been forced into their world. Anya covered the receiver with her manicured hand. �I don�t want to go for dinner. Then we�ll have less time to play. Can�t we just meet them at nine?� Xander shook his head in the affirmative. He�d been neglecting her for most of the morning. He owed her some quality time. She was going to demand it, and it was the one demand she made that he didn�t mind supplying her with. Spike shifted the focus from the phone conversation. �Anyway, so you know what I�ve got in mind then. I think we�re done here.� He got up abruptly, knocking the chair back and began to pull his coat over his head in preparation for the day�s light. �Oh, but wait,� Xander followed as Spike headed toward the front door, �You wouldn�t want to�? No forget it.� Spike turned back to him. �What�s that then?� Xander stammered. �Well, I just figured since we�re all gonna go out later that you might want to�� �No, no.� Spike spoke proudly. �I�ve got plans of my own; don�t have time to piddle around.� �Right. No, I just meant that maybe you wanted to come back here and hang out and watch some TV.� Xander couldn�t understand why Spike looked irritated. �I mean, since we�re not gonna be here and all.� Spike bit his lower lip and smiled while doing so. He spoke through a clenched jaw. �No, already got a telly in my crypt. Don�t need to take up your time and space.� With no more than that, without any kind of goodbye at all, Spike opened the door and disappeared from the apartment. **** Spike spent most of the rest of the afternoon scavenging sewers, crypts and other unmentionable areas of Sunnydale, hoping to find decent furnishings for his flat. The priority on his list was that soddin� telly. He�d managed to get some wiring into the place and was getting some reception on a battered radio he�d found in the sump. He figured the right tube with long enough rabbit ears would work out all right. He�d finally picked one up in the deserted crypt of Heebie. The Slayer-bot had dusted the pea-head months ago. Despite his rancidness, the vamp had been a technological genius. Spike snagged the tube box along with a mini-fridge, a couple of lamps, a bigger generator and all the proper wiring for utilities in his catacomb. Of course he had to kill off the turd that had taken up residence in the old Heebie crypt to get everything, but the dusting helped him work off some of current agitation. He hadn�t felt this frustrated in a while. Buffy was back, but not the same as she�d been. He knew why; he understood; she had told him why. He was the only one who knew what her deal was, and he promised her he wouldn�t tell. They�d gone through the same ordeal in many ways, death and rebirth�coming back into a world that didn�t make sense anymore, and getting there by clawing your way out of your own coffin. But that wasn�t the frustrating part. He still loved her, if not more so now. Knowing what she told him, how she was feeling, he felt pangs inside. He wanted to help her�to find a way to ease her pain. He just wanted to see her, to be with her and make sure she was okay. But they barely walked in the same worlds. He didn�t belong within an inch of her. The Scoobies had made that clear when they decided to cut him out of the decision to bring her back. He�d fought alongside them all summer, he protected and cared for Dawn, yet it wasn�t enough. It never was. Perhaps they knew he�d oppose them. Maybe. He felt kept away. He knew he didn�t come to them through the best road, and they had no reason to trust him, but he thought he�d shown that he was worthy of being an ally�a confidant. He thought his love, his honor for her was proof enough. He wanted to be with her, but an invisible force�that feeling�was keeping him from it. He knew all he had to do was show up at the Bronze. Nothing ever stopped him in the past, not even her previous disdain. But, he found lately that he was second-guessing his every move. Would showing up there be right thing for her? Would it be what she wanted or even needed? Would it make a bleeding difference at all? If she was gonna be brassed off about it, she was gonna be brassed. Either way he would get to see her. He didn�t live his unlife by 100% odds anyway. **** The Bronze was typically noisy inside�young adult noisy�with the kind of bass sounds emitting that parents always complained about. Spike watched as Willow, Anya and Xander more or less tried to haul Buffy inside. He remained on the down low, trying to get a sense for what she might be feeling . He saw her smile, not the glorious smiled that danced upon her face when she was truly happy or giving some scab the ass-kicking of his life, but it was a smile nonetheless. Seeing that small smile from her eased his anxiety a bit. He was feeling pretty stupid, contemplating his moves and the wisdom of whether or not to enter or not enter the most public place in all of town just because she and her sidekicks were there. Any other night, any other girl, he wouldn�t give a flying fuck. He threw down the stub of his cigarette and strode toward the entrance. The bouncer knew better than to even look him in the eye. *** Buffy felt like she was in a bit of a trance. It felt familiar enough, being in the Bronze with her so-called best buddies, listening to the DJ spin the latest top forty hits while sipping on various spirits. People around her were happy, laughing, dancing, and there was the omnipresent sense of danger lurking in the air. She just didn�t feel familiar. She was listening to Anya recount the events of the morning, with the slightest hint of interest. She was always keenly aware, or tried to be, of Spike�s schemes�a Slayer habit. �At first, it was pretty hot, the two boys talking about nailing and hammering,� Anya explained while Willow and Buffy gave a sideways glance to one another, �but after three hours of that kind of talk, even I get bored.� Anya flipped her hand dramatically in the air. They were sitting at their favorite round table in a cozy corner of the place. It was on the edge of the main floor, yet still enough people were passing behind and knocking into their chairs to annoy Xander. Every time it happened, Anya alternately glared or scowled at the offending patron. A pretty, raven-haired beauty not only knocked into Anya�s chair, but also smacked her uplifted hand. Raven-haired girl was greeted with a scowl. Willow could only imagine the ideas passing through the vengeful girl�s mind. �Well, I think it�s great, Xander helping out Spike,� she offered in attempt to avoid any confrontation. Anya�s attention returned to the conversation. �And Spike paying him,� Anya added. �Of course, the money�s always good,� Willow shifted in her chair, �but I mean about Spike. He�s sort of become�� �Predictable?� Anya offered. Willow seemed confused at Anya�s notion. �I was gonna say dependable.� Buffy narrowed her eyes and stifled a giggle. �Spike, dependable?� Just then, the DJ decided it might be time for some Outkast, and he decided it was time to blast it out of all six speakers. �Well yeah, it is true.� Xander interjected, shouting. �I mean think about it. Out of everyone you know, who�s most likely to actually do what they say they�re gonna do?� �Um?� Buffy thought out loud then wondered if Xander might be right. He continued, �Even Willow here has strayed from her old-geyser-y goodness ways at time.� �Hey, that�s not fair!� Willow gave him a little friendly punch. �Tara distracted me once or twice�or more,� Willow added with a sly, knowing giggle. �Ok, I�ll buy it,� Buffy agreed. �With Spike, you know what you�re gonna get. I mean Mr. William Subtle he is not, but you always know where he stands and that he�s gonna tell it like it is. And though it pains me to say it, he�s usually right about things.� �Freaky, isn�t it? Xander held his hands to his lips like he was shouting from a megaphone. �So maybe we should pay more attention to him?� Buffy didn�t answer. A swooping cape-like movement on the dance floor caught her peripheral vision. She circled her head around to follow and noticed that it wasn�t created by a cape�it was Spike�s leather duster. He�d just spun some young, unsuspecting high school girl on the dance floor to �Hey ya� lyrics. How can he dance in that thing? Buffy thought. Yet he did, and he was pretty damn good at it too. �Hey, Spike of the devil� Willow punnily commented, her eyes following Buffy�s. �I didn�t know he was much of a dancer, did you Buff?� She turned around and faced them at the table. �No, I didn�t. And seeing that this is one of William the Bloody�s more unusual displays, I�m thinking I should go check it out and see what he�s up to.� Buffy turned quickly away from the table and was up on her feet, as if on a mission. Xander and Willow smiled at each other, sensing a spark of the old Buffy bubbling to the surface. Anya continued scowling at strangers. He was dancing with some girl. What was her name? Brenda? No Brenna. How could he forget such a classy name? She was cute all right, with long brown hair, beautiful eyes and a sweet smile. She�d asked him to the floor. He figured it would be a nice distraction from the topsy-turvy feeling of his stomach. Soon after he�d spun the girl�no this was a woman� out of his arms, he felt the Slayer�s eyes upon him. A twinge of heat arose in the chill of his body. He didn�t dare look at her looking at him, but focused even more of his attention on his lithe dancing partner. Another time, another girl. Buffy was walking toward him now, right into the middle of the dance floor, determination blazing behind her eyes. He stole a good look at her now. She was wearing a low, cleavage-baring plum silk dress. It reminded him of something he saw favored by Donna Summer back in the Studio 54 days, but clothes didn�t wear Buffy, Buffy wore clothes. Such a tease. The alluring dress coupled with strappy black heels added to his sense of longing. The woman, Brenna, was oblivious to the approaching Slayer. She enticed Spike into more fancy movements as the song playing neared its end. She almost didn�t notice the tap on her shoulder and was quite surprised to turn and see the petite blond before her. �Do you mind if I cut in?� Brenna was about to protest when Spike flashed her a charming smile. �It�s okay pet, we�ll go again later.� That was all she needed to hear. She reluctantly backed away leaving Buffy and Spike facing one another. �So, you want to dance with me, then?� Spike asked, surprised, but trying not to look too happy. Buffy�s steely-eyed glare told him she meant business. �I want to know what you�re up to. Might as well burn off some cosmopolitan calories while I do it.� She held her hands out to him. �So spin me.� Spike obliged, pulling her hands firmly and bringing her body toward him. He lifted his right arm up and placed his left hand on her lower back, feeling the smoothness of her deeply hued silk dress. He turned her gracefully into a spin under the arch of his arm, the bottom of her dress fluttering, then brought her body back to face him again. The fading out of the up-tempo song segued into a mood changing Norah Jones tune. Come away with me in the night �Are we dancing now?� Spike asked, issuing a challenge. �We�re dancing.� Buffy answered without hesitation. �Show me.� Come away with me And I will write you a song. The song continued and Buffy became convinced that Spike had either learned from a dance instructor or had once-upon a time been one. He was graceful, confident, and self-possessed on the floor. She thought she knew him. She thought she had him figured, but he surprised her with this hidden talent. He ran his fingers along her soft, strong forearms and brought them from where they lay lightly against his chest to a position higher upon his shoulders. They wrapped tighter around his neck, and he drew her closer to him. He could feel her heartbeat quicken, and sensed a warmth overcome her body. I want to walk with you On a cloudy day In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high So won't you try to come They swayed together innocently, like awkward teenagers at their first high school dance. He draped his arms around her small waist and rested his hands lightly at her lower back. He could feel her urging him to direct her like a lady waiting for her lord to lead her steps. But he was not in that time anymore, and this was not that kind of song. Come away with me and we'll kiss On a mountaintop Come away with me And I'll never stop loving you Spike tilted his pelvis into her. He heard a small gasp of a reaction from her. �It�s just dancing love,� he reassured, a convincing grin on his face. �But, I�� she protested, a lump in her nearly dry throat. She didn�t understand why she was letting herself being overtaken by him, but it was just a song, just a dance. It didn�t mean anything, she was sure. �Just feel the music,� he instructed. �Move with me.� His penetrating gaze commanded her to follow his every word and movement. He thrust forward more aggressively and she received. They began to move naturally together, and he could feel her begin to relax, her body responding almost as if she knew exactly how he desired for her to move. �That�s right. Just let go for awhile,� he soothed. �Don�t think about it.� She began to feel a bit daring�repositioning her arms more comfortably around him, hanging her body more loosely upon his and letting him bend her to his will. She enjoyed the way his leather caressed her bare legs as the bottom of her dress began to crumple up toward her thighs with their movements. He drew his hand up her back, holding her firmly. She arched into his positioning, her head following down with the motion as he leaned her body back parallel to the floor and brought it back up to meet him. They found each other staring face-to-face, inches apart from one another. He saw a glimmer of something in her eyes, perhaps a flicker of her inner fire. It pleased him. He held a firm stance and she found herself leaning back again, even lower. She lifted her right leg up, bending at the knee and wrapping her foot around the back of his leg, underneath his duster. He dipped her around and up again. Their bodies were tightly interwoven, her almost naked limbs covered by the thinness of her flimsy dress and the thickness of his coat. He brought her body toward his and he leaned back. He then rocked forward, and her instincts led her body back, their movements fluid with the music. And I want to wake up with the rain Falling on a tin roof While I'm safe there in your arms So all I ask is for you To come away with me in the night Come away with me He brought her back up to face him once more. They searched each other�s faces for some sort of explanation as to why this felt so natural, so comfortable. He was keenly aware of the sensations in his body now. There was no point in hiding it. He was throbbing with longing and she could feel it. He could feel her erect nipples through the thin material of the dress. She smiled at him, not the glorious smile he�d wished for, but a smile nonetheless. He was certain that it could almost be classified as a smirk. The last few notes of the song played out. They were entwined together and held their position, even though other couples on the floor were breaking apart. Spike didn�t let go and didn�t plan to�not until she wanted him to. �So, does it feel like I�m up to old tricks?� he asked, feeling mischievous and not caring for the world what the Slayerettes or anyone else in the hell-forsaken place thought about their display. �I haven�t even begun my interrogation,� Buffy said coolly as she began to disengage herself from him. He let her slowly pull her body away from his, her hands running over her shoulders and arms as she began to let go. �You�re not a bad dancer Spike. Maybe we�ll go again sometime.� �It�s a date,� he replied, almost to himself. She turned on her 4-inch heels, the ones that had left a small bruise at the back of his lower leg. She began to walk back to her friends, no doubt anxiously awaiting her return. She took a few steps and peered back at him over her shoulder. �Oh, and by the way�Thanks for showing me some moves.� Willow and Xander sat wide-eyed, mouths agape as Buffy returned to their table. Anya bore a knowing smile. Willow started right in on her, ��Wow, Buffy! Wow!� �That�s what I was gonna say.� Xander shook his head disbelieving. Buffy smiled coyly and than stole another look at the vampire. �Yeah he�s a smoothie, isn�t he?� Willow concurred, �Yep! Old reliable smoothie, that�s Spike. Oh and Buffy, can I add that you two looked really amazing out there together?� Willow seemed enthusiastic, wriggling in her chair a bit more than usual. �Well, I guess he still has some surprises left in him, after all,� Buffy admitted as she picked up her forgotten drink and sucked on its straw. **** Spike saw Buffy look back at him once or twice, then quickly disappeared in the crowd. He thought about finding Brenna and living up to his promise, but he didn�t think he could�not that night anyway. Buffy had taken him by surprise. She had done something he never thought she would do--give herself over to him, completely putting her trust in him. All the while, he knew she could kick his arse if he�d taken advantage, but that wasn�t the point. She was opening up. *** �You know, I was thinking,� Xander slammed his hand lightly on the table. �I could probably move like that, right? Maybe I should ask him to teach me some of his moves. We could like--what�s it called�banter?� �Barter,� Anya quickly answered, �the even exchange of good, without the touch of cold hard green passing through one�s palms.� �Right! Barter! Thanks, Hon!� Xander kissed the top of his fianc�es� head. �So what do you guys think? I�ll build him a custom coffee table and he can teach me his Johnny Castle moves.� Buffy and Willow each gave him a raised eyebrow. Willow suddenly seemed to remember something vital. �Oh! The jig is up. You did sneak out of Robocop to go see Dirty Dancing. I KNEW it!� �I admit to nothing!� Xander protested. �I�m just saying that I�m starting to realize Spike�s got other skills besides killing. He�s good for something.� Buffy placed a delicate hand on top of her friend's and spoke with a serious tone. �Xander, Spike�s good for a lot of things. You should know that by now.� Awareness came upon him. �I do Buffy. Really, I do. � He hopped off his stool, an idea began forming in his head. �Hey, you know what. I�m gonna go see if he wants to hang tomorrow so we can get this crypt project up and rolling.� Buffy smiled; her face glowed with radiance. |
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| CHIPS & DATES |
| by Mazzy |
| This following story was written for the Spuffy ficathon challenge, hosted by ladyoneill I was issued a challenge to write a particular story for a particular fan who also happens to be wriring a story for another fan. The criteria for this challenge follows below the story. |
Criteria: For: Name: magista Timeline: post-chip but pre-soul Spike - you pick the season One or Two Things You Want to See in the Fic: Xander-Spike friendship developing, B/S dirty dancing in the Bronze. One or Two Things You Don't Want to See in the Fic: Hmm... I guess it's post-Riley too, then... I just never cared for the big lug. If you use him, let's see him know he's been dumped for Spike, okay? Let's be all fluffy and avoid the BDSM too, okay? I find it ironic that I was chosen to write a story for someone I know well, but feel it allowed me to add in some personal touches. Hope you liked it Mags! Check out the eye-candy below. This story definitely inspired me! |
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